Another of those days where schools closed due to the weather. Some schools. And not exactly due to the weather. More to the snow which was moving sideways, throwing the inner ear of drivers into disarray as they sought the safety of the ditches. Altogether not a good day for travel. So, we didn’t.
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The message came in, early: DING! We had missing jewelry. Without going into details (I am unable, due to my inability to discern colours accurately), I was tasked with making a cursory search of the premises in all the usual places.
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My community group meeting went well this morning. No added stress, and so after getting home with (yet) more milk from the local store, I simply kept my coat and boots on, providing tacit approval to another trip. The dog thought the idea to be fine, and so despite announcements of a snow storm later in the day, we headed for the city.
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Why, just look at the calendar. We’re already up to Xmas Eve, which can only mean one thing. Yes, the movie cupboard over at Hallmark is almost empty!
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I live on an island. Surrounded by water, and cousins. When we play “six degrees of separation”, things are real! Nothing creepy-close; we’re not like European royalty, but it does remind you to ask the quintessential Island question. “So, who’s your father?”
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As my sons carry on a dialog about political situations that predate them by lifetimes, I remain thankful: how much worse if the “subject of the day” involved major league baseball statistics or NASCAR ratings.
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This afternoon, the White House received two guest from the world of media. For a change, the Trumpster wasn’t the craziest person in the room.
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First, the bang. Awoke the dog, who went straight to the window, to see what had happened. I saw nothing, and shooed him back to his bed. Fast forward an hour, to the arrival of the second dog. She is more of a sight hound, and headed straight to where the victim lay on the ground.
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Around here, decisions to replace are made after deep reflection… or an offer to throw the old part away, quickly and replace it (whatever it might be) with something that actually works. You see, now I have new solar lights for the edge of the walkway.
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Although we subscribe to very few magazines in this house, something untoward happens. Check the flat surface: coffee tables, bedside whatever you call them, the media centre. Notice the piles of printed material.
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